A/N: Countdown to homecoming! Every day a new PW pairing, so there will be five and then the dance itself. Suggestions are welcome as long as they don't contradict a pairing already made! So if there are only five days…why is it called an 6-count?! Well, because that's how you count off the waltz and also cuz it rhymes and thus is cool. –brick-

Prologue : Not Edgeworth's Idea

A flyer dropped onto Phoenix's desk, obscuring the case file he was trying to read. He swept it out of the way absentmindedly.

The flyer reappeared.

This time he gave it a stern glare before tossing it to the floor and trying to regain his concentration.

It was a very persistent flyer.

"Maya! I'm trying to work!"

"But Niiiiiick! Just look at it for one second, you'll love it."

"Why do I doubt that?" he sighed unhappily but turned his attention to the obnoxiously colored flyer. "District Attorney's office … Homecoming dance?!"

Maya danced around the side of his desk. "Yeah! Wouldn't if be fun it we-"

"J-just a minute," he cut in as he picked up the phone and punched in his childhood friend's work number. "Hey, Edgew-"

"I never authorized that flyer, I haven't the slightest idea who did, and NO, I will not go to the dance with you!"

"…I…wasn't going to ask you."

"O-oh, Wright?" Edgeworth cleared his throat. "My apologies, the phone has been ringing off the hook this morning and my running tally says-" there was the sound of papers shifting "-seventy-eight of the calls were from the Oldbag woman."

"Man, Oldbag sure loves her Edgey-wedgey!"

"Maya, if you're trying to secretly listen in on the other line, it would work better if you didn't comment," Phoenix pointed out.

"Oh. Sorry."

"So, Edgeworth, how can we even have a homecoming dance? I mean…we don't have a football team."

"And I don't believe in Santa Claus, but that doesn't keep me from celebrating Christmas."

"Um, I'm not really sure how that's relevant, but-"

"Mr. Edgeworth!! You don't believe in Mr. Santa Claus?!"

"Maya! Please take Pearls off the other line!"

"How many phones do you have, Wright?!"

It took a few minutes to restore order, and Phoenix took the time to make a mental note that Edgeworth celebrated Christmas and could probably be coerced into pitching in for Pearls' present this year.

"So, you weren't the one who came up with this?" He asked after Maya had been dispatched to comfort Pearls and things seemed a bit quieter.

"Obviously not. Does this seem like something I would instigate?" Edgeworth sighed in frustration.

"Then I assume the disturbing color choice was…Gumshoe's?" He hazarded a guess. And a wince.

"Or Larry's, this has the stench of social ineptitude about it. However, Dr. Hotti has assured me that it should not be physically detrimental to anyone's health."

"Dr. Hotti, huh? Not exactly reassuring."

"And he didn't say anything about mental health!"

"Maya, didn't I say-"

"Sorry, sorry!"

Silence. Finally, Phoenix sighed. "So- a dance, huh?"

"A dance," Edgeworth repeated with gloom.

"A dance!" Maya clapped her hands together (at least he assumed she clapped her hands, it would've been a little hard while holding the phone but that's what the noise sounded like).

Pearl gasped. "A-a-a-a-a hoe-em cum-ink dance?! Mr. Nick! Now's your chance to prove how much you really care for Mystic Maya!"

"Maya! I thought you got her off the other line!"

"Pearly! I-it's not like that!"

Slap.

"H-hey, why'd you hit me?! And you didn't have to carry the phone all the way in here, we're right next to each other now!"

It took them quite a while to realize Edgeworth had hung up.